Jump. J on the triple
letter for 28 points.
Great word, Betsy, you
bitch. That was my spot.
Don’t spoil my fun,
Chelsea. You’re winning by 50 points. You’re my word idol—
Woof!
—And, speaking of
vicarious thrills, has that guy from Frank’s gym called you yet?
Frank?
The one who couldn’t take
his eyes off of you.
He’s the Frank.
And no, he hasn’t called. What about you?
Woof! Woof!!
Calm down, Thor. You just
had walkies. Chelsea, I can’t flirt like you. It’s fun to watch, but I’m not
built that way.
We are built exactly the
same.
We may be similar in
size, but you have discernable breasts and glowing, flaxen hair.
You
need that new shampoo and I need to make a word of vowels. There. Eight measly
points.
Ai is a word?
It’s a three-toed, sloth.
Look it up.
You see Chels? You make the
best with what you have – in Scrabble and life. You make a great word out of
two vowels, and you point your breasts and flaxen hair at handsome men who own
gyms. I’ve been dealt a glacial metabolism and the Q.
You crack me up, Bets. Seriously,
we’ve got to get you laid.
What I’ve got to get is a
U-less Q word! Pass me the dictionary.
C’mon. There’s gotta be someone
who ticks your boxes. Give me an example.
Qi, qat, qadi...
An example of a guy you’re
into!
Thor.
Woof, woof, woof!!!
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